|[I think people leave here before we think they're gone.]
||[Dec. 25th, 2004|02:08 am]
Like a ghost; and floated towards the sky...
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a new me underneath.|
But she was suffocated by the roses that no one else saw - only their shadows showed on her lips and around her eyes.
His eyes were set deep in shadows as if there are held-back tears darkening beneath the surface of his skin.
It's about pleasure and pain. It's about obsession and possession. It's about reaching that peak, going down into total oblivion and re-emerging and transcending. So I guess it's about love.
La's heart started to pound against her. She felt as if she were made of something thin and breakable with this one heavy thing inside.
You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.
He moved his hands up over her whole body, as if he were painting her, bringing color into her white skin.
Her eyes were graze red and he realized that Santa Monica Bay was a perfect cover-up for a hard cry.
But he took off his glasses then, and La saw two small images of herself swimming in the tears in his eyes.
They were not the tears of silver - moons and stars - she had once imagined, but wet and salt as they fell from his eyes onto her face.
She said that; pain helps you see everyone else's really clearly. Or it makes you blind.